Jonah

They’d been together for years. Built a rhythm, a life. But lately, he was different. She noticed it in the silence. “Are you okay?” she asked one night, curled beside him on the couch. He didn’t look at her. “I don’t know.” “What does that mean?” “I don’t feel the same anymore.” She sat up. “About what?” “Us.” The word hung in the air like smoke. “You’re saying you want to break up?” “I think I need to.” Her voice cracked. “After everything? You just… need to?” “I’m sorry,” he said, but his eyes didn’t match the words. She stared at him. “You don’t even sound sad.” “I’ve been sad for months. I just didn’t know how to say it.”